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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Truth

Lost and lethargic after the argument that brought no compromise, only false words of rectification….more lies.

No understanding of request…. others observe spreading of un-glorifiable disarray.

This is not May and I will not sway into the bent intuition of unrighteous disposition and corrupted vision of what stands before thee.

This is not June so there for I refuse to be your fool because the things you do have added up to overwhelming multitudes.

So now, I shake it off to wake and not take blame for your mistakes
of being… fake.


Written by James Brown
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